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Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

had heard about Hugh

wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever

never doubted

would be afraid of someone with

to make sense if he was the legendary Hugh

why would a person like him appear

you’ve noticed that I am the one watching you from the private room on the

Bar.”

explained as if he’d

“Okay!”

felt the same

I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans

already

exploring the escape routes

cowardice was not a word she had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she

idea.

before him was

such a bad idea in certain

tell what Hugh Croft wanted

you a person with Omega blood

sudden question

no idea

know what I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself.

too. You should have felt the

had already exposed her, there was no point in her to

have her investigated with a snap

you

sign an agreement with you, to sleep

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

familiar to the job Andy

the search for people with Omega type blood

Let me

definitely her

powerful, and came

rose has its

life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of

in love, being with

life by the

she should just

you leave me your

of silence enveloped both

concise and in a pleasant

words on

number, perhaps? Or

his question, thinking that Jane might

come easily

were not many people with

was one

was like an

first time he set his eyes on

had imprinted on

smell of her

they had

they were the same type

had frozen their heart that drove

“Okay!”

both her number

not that she did

The reason was simple.

she kept it

would be able to

never liked pointless

through Jane’s WeChat

user name,

The Simpsons

mark “” as his WeChat

was a pitch–black

there’s nothing

your proposal, I’ll think about it. Give

from this dangerous person

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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